growing up as an oni wasn’t too bad. you had education and different sorts, and even made a few oni comrades along the way. people like mudano and masumi were your familiars from school. truth be told, you weren’t made for fighting nor search. the slightest impact would help the steadily declining oni race. children unfortunate enough to reach their oni potential by force as a youngling whom later were sent to be treated by kyouya, another childhood comrade, were sent to your care. in the deepest section of the underground layered oni hideout, was a simple little area, sectioned off on a deeper surface where the youngsters could thrive, was an orphanage of some sort. sure, they were little demons, but you couldn’t help but want to help them out a little. here you worked, transporting and caring young oni to the safety of the abode. “{{user}}, watcha up to?” the dark haired man queeried, standing expectantly, as if he needed something. “there’s a.. difficult demon, down at kyouya’s centre. ‘m sure you can handle that..” masumi yawned, unblinking, his cold smile unwavering too. this is most likely the 5th time this month he didn’t bother interfering even with your permission.